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“Vacation starting—”
“When do we leave?”
“Six hours.”
“Are you serious?” She’s wiggling beneath me to slip away, but I lower my body fully atop hers. Lips to lips and chest to chest, I’m pinning her to the mattress. “Can you move?”
“No.” My hands grab her legs and wrap them around my waist. “Not going anywhere.”
“But we need to pack.” Twirl tries to sound stern but fails miserably when it comes out a low moan.
“No, we don’t.” Flexing my hips, I let her feel me. How hard I always am for her. “I have everything you’ll need already packed, sweetheart. My personal shopper took care of everything with Mariah’s help. No need to rush. Just let me feel you a little.”
This place is amazing,” Twirl squeals, rushing up the coral-carved stairway that leads to the main house of this tropical oasis. She walks from the entrance to the living room with one goal in mind; she stands at the veranda with both hands holding onto the wood and takes in a deep, cleansing breath.
The warm sun, tropical trees, and the salt air will soothe even the most savage beast.
The place is huge and very private. Open space, the main house is made to blend the inside with nature—no windows or doors—just the cooling breeze and the sounds of waves crashing below surround you.
This luxury retreat is ours for the next five days. Just the two of us.
No outside distractions or problems.
No worries outside of how to entertain ourselves.
The staff here signs an NDA with each new renter that books, and they’re to be off the island by sundown unless otherwise told to. They cook, clean, take care of setting up activities and disappear to a smaller island a short boat ride away that houses their accommodations.
It’s the perfect vacation.
The de-stressor we need.
Where I plan to make her mine.
“I’m glad you approve.” Walking up behind her, I wrap my arm around her waist. It’s still early, and the warm waters of the Atlantic look inviting. “Care to take a swim with me?”
“Don’t we need to unpack first?” There’s a hint of a pout in her tone and I almost laugh. Almost.
“You’re right. We should.” My other hand travels lower, down to the edge of her short khakis with a side-tie that make me want to bite her. Kneel before her and undo the small knot holding the almost-indecent piece of clothing in place with my teeth. “It’s the responsible thing to do.”
“You’re right, Malcolm. Adult first and play later?” Twirl pushes her ass against my front, grinding just a tiny bit. She’s tempting me. I know she’s craving—almost desperate for my touch—but I have other plans for us.
So, I grit my teeth and let her. Let her feel me. How I throb for her and her alone.
And when her arm reaches back to embed her fingers in my hair, I pull back. Release my hold a few seconds before the woman that cleans wheels our luggage toward the master suite. She doesn’t look at us, just takes the pathway below us down toward a private bungalow.
“That was mean.”
Ignoring her question, I reach back and pull my T-shirt off. Lay it on the back of a chair near us. “Did you bring a swimsuit in your backpack like I told you to?”
Blue eyes narrow. “Yes.”
“Then hurry up and change in that bathroom beyond the wall. You have twenty minutes, or I come to take you with me as is.”
“And if I say no?”
“Try me.”
“I’m going to get you back for this,” she huffs and walks past me, shaking those luscious hips while leaving the room. Walking over to the intercom by the wall, I press the number two for the kitchen and wait for someone to pick up.
